Colours

Colours are light's great magic show, In darkness you can never really know. Let me be blind to see The real beauty that lies within. Let me look in pitch blackness To see something more than nothing. I am brown. He is white. We are just colours created by light. Yet in colours still we are the same. We bleed like red when we are in pain. When we are sad we become blue. Even red, yellow, and black people do. Colours are light's great magic show. Without it, you can never really know. Who is brown? Who is white? When you're united with true love, Everything's right. Love chooses no particular colour or race. There is no discrimination, You don't even look at the face. Because colours are light's great magic show, Without light one can never really know. He is red. She is yellow. And both are colours of the beautiful rainbow. A rainbow is one thing, Light can create. And the colours of people Are light's given fate. Even the shades of black, brown and white. People with these hues are created by light. But you see, all are products Of light's great magic show. When you are blind, You can never really know. (January 5, 2001)